Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 06:30:49 +0000
From: Mark Bronson
Subject: JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - Part 23/gay/urination
JOURNEY INTO NIGHT - CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
By beastmaster42@hotmail.com
Previously...
I was totally ignored, until the man who wanted me came over to me, locked a
chain to my steel collar, hauled me to my feet (I had not finished eating,
but i had no choice of course) and dragged me over to his horse and cart. He
motioned me to climb up inside, but did not allow me to sit on the bench
seats at either side: i would be on the floor, where a prison pig belonged.
His son, who was left behind, looked sorrowfully towards us as we drew away
- i saw my farmer's two sons approach him and, putting their arms around the
boy's shoulders (standing one on either side of him), drew him firmly and
forcefully away, back to the barn....
I lay on the floor of the cart, my beaten ass now plugged and locked once
more, though spunk was still leaking out. It was no use worrying about that,
since my hole was no longer under my control any more. As the cart bumped
along the rough country road, my bladder began to send me urgent signals
that it needed emptying of all the recycled piss that had been forced down
my throat. i did not want to complain, because that was not my place, but if
i didn't say something, i would not be able to hold it back much longer and
it would all come flooding out over my belly and swill around inside the
cart.
Finally, i broke my silence and tentatively asked the farmer if we could
stop so i could piss. He ignored me, so i asked again, fearfully. Without
looking back he pulled the cart to a halt, got up and turned round, looking
angrily down at me... He stepped into the back of the cart, crouched down
beside me and slapped my face hard several times, bringing tears to my eyes
and muttering something about "prison pigs don't talk...!" He then took off
his neckerchief, now soaked in his sweat, pulled open my jaw and shoved the
filthy thing in and secured it in place with a piece of cord lying on the
floor of the cart. My mouth was now filled with the taste of his sweat and
of course i could no longer speak.
I groaned looking down at my cock, ringed to my navel, trying with my eyes
to indicated that i was desperate to piss, but he just smiled wickedly and
got back on the seat, cracked the whip and the horse moved on...
With all the bumping i could hold on no longer and piss started to trickle
out of my imprisoned dick, finally becoming a torrent, pouring over my belly
and chest and down on to the floor of the cart as i lay there helpless.
Control over my cock and ass were no longer mine, i had been silenced by the
filthy gag, i was no more than an animal. i knew he would be angry with me,
but i consoled myself with the thought that he wanted me enough to 'borrow'
me for a few days. As i lay there in my own piss, sloshing around in the
bottom of the cart, i looked up at the farmer's big ass sitting on the rough
wooden seat, knowing that my face would be spending a lot of time under it,
knowing that my own ass was going to get thrashed mercilessly, since that
was what made his cock hard enough to fuck me so brutally in front of the
other boys and men. If he enjoyed thrashing my ass so much, he would no
doubt have other tortures in mind with which to harden his cock...
i shivered in the cool evening air as the cart bumped along, naked and wet
with my piss and gagged, my beaten ass throbbed and my plugged hole leaked
spunk. Finally, the cart stopped at the man's farm. There was only one light
that i could see as i got up as ordered and jumped down from the cart. The
farmer pushed me in the direction of that light, which as i found out, was
coming from the barn. He unlocked the door of the barn and pushed me in.
With only one small paraffin lamp to see by, it was not easy to make out
what was inside... but what i did see shocked me: there was a cage with iron
bars, i guessed six feet square, set in the middle of the barn and in it
were two other prison pigs - shaved as usual from head to foot - but there
was one other man, who was not shaved - he was hairy! Slowly i realized that
in fact he was one of the prison guards. My mind was spinning - what had he
done to be so humiliated, treated like one of the prisoners he had been
guarding? They were all of course naked and i could see they had been beaten
on their backs, buttocks and thighs. Like me, the prison pigs were ringed at
the neck, wrists and ankles (and of course their nipples) and their asses
plugged and locked. The ex-guard was not ringed but his ass was plugged and
locked. All three men's wrists were locked behind their backs and they were
half-lying on the floor of the cage, which had quite a few turds lying on
it.
When the farmer entered, they immediately stood up, at attention. i could
see that their bodies and faces were streaked with shit. They stared out in
front of them, not looking at me or the farmer - this was obviously the
required form of behaviour when he was around. The farmer unlocked the door
of the cage and shoved me in - stepping on a couple of the turds as i tried
to regain my balance. i decided to turn and stand in line with the other two
at attention, which seemed to please the farmer. There was very little room
in the cage with four of us now in it, standing two in front and two behind.
i was standing behind the ex-guard, noticing that his hairy ass had been
recently beaten. The smell from the men's unwashed bodies was overpowering
to me, having just come in from the fresh air...
He stood looking at us for a while as he pulled a cigar out of his pocket
and slowly lit it. He looked at us one by one, pulled a knife out of one of
his pockets, then snapped his fingers to the ex-guard and motioned for him
to come out of the cage. Brandishing the knife threateningly, he shoved him
over to a rough wooden table and bent him down over it. With a couple of
ropes, the farmer secured the hairy guard to the table, legs spread and
ankles tied to the table legs. We prison pigs stood silently, watching the
guard's humiliation, his legs widely spread, exposing the butt plug up his
hairy asshole. The farmer slowly unlocked the guard's butt-plug and pulled
it out - from the shit all over it, the guard obviously had a load of crap
up his hole, waiting to come out. The farmer studied the plug for a few
seconds, and seemed satisfied (I later found out that he preferred to fuck
an ass packed with shit). Then he got his filthy cock out, jerked it a bit
and shoved it into the guard's ass - there was no need for spit, because the
guard's hole had already been widely stretched by the plug and the shit did
the rest.
The guard groaned through his gag, not so much from pain, but from the
humiliation of being fucked like a dog in front of three prisoners he had
been guarding only recently. The farmer banged into the strong guard's ass,
looking down at his shit-covered cock as it went in and out, which seemed to
excite him more. Eventually, the smell of his shit reached our noses, and of
course the guard himself must have smelled it, knowing that his hole was
leaking shit and that the farmer enjoyed using him this way, which was even
more humiliating for him. Occasionally, the farmer would touch the guard's
beaten buttocks with the lit end of his cigar, eliciting groans of pain from
the gagged guard. Of course, he was securely tied down to the table, so the
farmer knew there was no risk of any sudden or unnecessary physical reaction
from the helpless guard.
With the weight of the farmer's big ass helping to bang his cock into the
guard's shitty hole, the farmer made sure his cock got right up inside
there, shoving the guard's shit back up into his guts. As the farmer neared
his climax, he pulled back right out of the guard's hole and then rammed it
in again hard, grunting as his spunk spewed out into the guard's guts. He
stood there quietly recovering for a few moments, then nonchalantly stubbed
his cigar out on the poor man's beaten (and fucked) ass. This time the
ex-guard bucked wildly, screaming through his gag, but tied down to the
heavy wooden table, his reactions had little effect... The farmer slowly
pulled his cock out of the man's shaking ass and turned towards us, still
standing at attention. A loud fart escaped from the shithole of the helpless
guard, now groaning in pain and humiliation.
The farmer stood there with his semi-stiff, shitty cock hanging out of his
overalls and dripping with spunk, looking at us one by one. Finally, he
stopped at me, and i became afraid. He snapped his fingers at me, lighting
another cigar. i stepped out of the cage and walked towards him as
instructed. He removed my gag and threw it back into the cage among the
turds lying on the floor of it - and of course, i knew what was expected and
knelt down in front of the farmer to clean the guard's shit off his cock and
balls. i did not dare to look up as my mouth and tongue did their duty,
seeing the glint of the knife out of the corner of my eye. When the farmer
was finally satisfied with my work, he put his cock back inside his overalls
and motioned with the knife for me to get over to the guard. i moved over to
him on my knees, till my face was directly behind his ass. Then the farmer
shoved my face into the guard's stinking crack, so that i could clean him up
too. As my tongue cleaned around his hairy hole, i could taste the farmer's
spunk as some of it started to leak out. The farmer held my head firmly in
place, making sure that i would get it all. More spunk started to leak out,
mixed with shit, as my tongue pushed its way into the hole that the farmer
had just fucked. After a couple of farts from the guard's hole, i could feel
his shit begin to push its way out - shit that had been trapped up there for
days, perhaps, as i did not know how long his hole had been plugged. i
started to pull away, but the farmer kept my head held firmly in place.
Clearly, i was going to be a toilet again, so, resigned to my position in
life, i placed my open mouth around the guard's hole and waited...
It was only a few seconds before a huge load of shit filled my mouth, which
i had to chew and swallow fast if i was not to choke. The filth from the
guard's guts continued to push its way out into my waiting mouth, punctuated
occasionally by some loud smelly farts, filling my nose and lungs. i did not
want to anger the farmer - i did not want him to burn me as he had done to
the guard (I had been branded by the Inspector on my ass and knew what agony
it caused), so i was completely obedient to him, licking, cleaning, sucking,
chewing and swallowing as best i could. Finally, the farmer released my head
from the guard's stinking asscrack, untied him from the table and snapped
his fingers to all of us in the direction of a wooden trough. When the other
two pigs from the cage, the ex-guard and i got to it, he removed the gags
from the others and threw them, like mine, back on to the shitty floor of
the cage. i could see the trough contained water - or so i thought, but from
the smell coming from it, it was mostly piss. Clearly, this would be our
last drink before being locked up for the night, so, with our hands cuffed
behind us, we lowered our heads like animals into the trough and drank as
much as we could. As we drank, the farmer nonchalantly got his cock out
again and pissed into our drink. Of course, this was the only drink we were
going to get, so we had to be grateful.
Finally, with a kick to our balls from behind, we were ordered back in the
cage. As he locked the iron barred cage, he barked at us that we had better
get some rest, because tomorrow we would be put to work... He walked away,
taking the paraffin lamp with him and leaving us in our cramped cage alone
for the night. There was no room to lie down - we could only try to sit,
with our sweaty, stinking bodies pressed up against each other, our balls
aching from the kick they had just received. My face stank of the guard's
ass, and the others (including the guard) said so, sniggering. The guard
(whose sweaty body was pushed up against mine) was still groaning from the
pain of having a cigar stubbed out on his beaten ass - he must have been
very humiliated, being naked and treated like one of the prison pigs he had
been abusing only recently - but different from us, because he was still
hairy, while we were shaved and smooth. In a strange way, i felt sorry for
him, with the taste of his shit still in my mouth...
After exchanging stories about our treatment since being hired out of the
prison, we eventually fell asleep, handcuffed, naked, stinking and sitting
in the crap on the bottom of the cage. As i drifted off to sleep, i thought:
we had been allowed to drink, but not to piss...
It was not long before i was awakened by the feeling of hot liquid splashing
over my belly and cock as one of the prison pigs next to me urinated on me -
there being nowhere else to do it in our cramped cage... and it was not long
before the guard on the other side of me did the same, leaving me drenched
in piss (the force of the guard's piss was so strong it actually reached my
face - but i did not turn away, as i knew this was my destiny and wanted to
show him and the other two, so they would know that i knew...).